Social Distortion – Company C (Guitar)

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On a street corner in Pittsburgh, PA

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There’s a tough Irish boy with no dreams

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But to be King for one day

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And he’s schooled by the older ones

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With lessons and the conduct of the streets

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He’s got a mean right cross 

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And a devastating left hook

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He likes to drink and he likes to fight 

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He likes poppin’ pills and Du-Op 

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and the boulevard on a Saturday night 

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And he’s going no where fast

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you know he’s happy just staying alive 

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But you can always count on Charlie 

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To be there if you needed him

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In a courtroom on a December’s day

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The judge said look here son 

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You’re gonna have to pay

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See these rules that you life by 

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Don’t exist in a civilized world. 

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So I offer you prison, or Vietnam. 

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You know Charlie, he’s kinda crazy 

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He just stood there looked at me,

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Looked at the judge, straight in the eyes 

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Said I’d love to fight your honor 

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And you know I’ve got nothing to lose

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So send me off to war, I don’t mind.

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He spent two years 

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And a year in the jungle 

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Like an animal where it's kill or be killed

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And the right amount of heroin 

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Really seems the quiet the bombs

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Back in Pittsburgh, things are rather calm

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Now Charlie, he is my friend

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Taught me how to hold my head up

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Told me soon that I’d be a man

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Says that Agent Orange is calling 

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And the doctors have done all they can

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Well Charlie, I’m gonna miss you 

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after you’re gone

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Well Charlie, I’m gonna miss you 

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after you’re gone

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Well Charlie, I’m gonna miss you 

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after you’re gone